lyrics 

another 15 hr flight 
the whole gang across the world 
taking pictures, slayin bitchs 
wit these diamonds taking pearls 
sacrificing all my exs 
just so i can run the world 
i dont see too many faces 
only dollar signs and girls
pentacles around my neck 
i change my life wit every verse 
im a god 
ain’t too many ppl around me who the same 
she just cut my name up on her wrist
now tell me who to blame? 
i don’t need you anymore 
but here’s a chain to hide the pain 

we chase away the truth 
we might be over with 
i’m not over you 
you were something i miss 
i had nothing to prove 
everything i was is what you put me thru 

now we speak on and off 
you said i was burning underneath like a molotov
i know when you bleed it’s serenity
i know when i fade away you’ll remember me 

life is so simple 
i hope it can keep my interest 
life is so simple i’ll be myself 
nonetheless 

my own expectation is what’s keeping me jaded 
i feel the resentment 
i think im losing my patience 

another 15 hr flight 
the whole gang across the world 
taking pictures, slayin bitchs 
wit these diamonds taking pearls 
sacrificing all my exs 
just so i can run the world 
i dont see too many faces 
only dollar signs and girls
pentacles around my neck 
i change my life wit every verse 
im a god 
ain’t too many ppl around me who the same 
she just cut my name up on her wrist
now tell me who to blame? 
i don’t need you anymore 
but here’s a chain to hide the pain 

they don even fuckin see a person when they look at me
they way too concerned w all the hurt that they would give to me
see u always talkin bout how you would change a world and reach the people but you lack a necessary shred of empathy

brotha if I told u that I need it would u pray for me
I been making money but this money isnt heavenly
If I fuckin let it then this world would be the death of me
I been in these trenches pick some daisies when u bury me 

imma hold it down for the people who remember
we was focused on the person when it wasn’t just a number
when a thousand meant the world as a kid in the summer
hoping I can take that feeling back an give it to my brothers

on my mother
know you thinking that u different those are mortal wounds
i know u thinking that u bad but you know tha rules
theres a lot to live in life and only death is guaranteed but what we do with it is what we really get to choose

another 15 hr flight 
the whole gang across the world 
taking pictures, slayin bitchs 
wit these diamonds taking pearls 
sacrificing all my exs 
just so i can run the world 
i dont see too many faces 
only dollar signs and girls
pentacles around my neck 
i change my life wit every verse 
im a god 
ain’t too many ppl around me who the same 
she just cut my name up on her wrist
now tell me who to blame? 
i don’t need you anymore 
but here’s a chain to hide the pain

TOO MANY FACES

DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

jaswed x axaero - speakeasy prod. cyfal

Day$okee- 4 REAL (prod Codax)

lyrics 

hey girl where you at tho 
gotta another crib
u could slide thru the back door 
im in the hills inna tessy 
super bad and bougie
i could tell u gotta bestie 
i could tell you wanna test me 
what’s your eta 
cause these bottles not empty 
break the za 
we got more packs 
i don’t give a fuck bout yo ex 
he a door mat 
2x

bitch on my body wanna talk too much,
speaking yapanese while i'm all in her lungs
i'mma need a bad bitch from the south to come fuck
and i think i'm getting bored, i ain't falling in love

yea i like em top shelf cant stay in my lane,
she is bipolar, she is fucking insane.
but the head game strong so i can't complain
all im gonna ask her whats your eta?

okay i'm him
bad lil bitch boutta slip from her friends
on my city boy shit i'mma hit her and dip
i be sipping moscato with her tongue on my dick

i'm a pretty white boy so i get what i want
dame like eminem in 07, on top.
when they talk about you, only talk about flops.
he be sayin that's my bitch and i tell him womp womp

lyrics 

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

3 white hoes 
i’m back fasho 
in my bag like trolli 
don’t be sour hoe 
i got a booth full of za 
wit some platinum flows 
she wanna chill wit the mob 
let the truth be told 

we outside 
springtime i’m copping more pieces 
why would i respond to broke niggas 
get decent
fear of god hoodies wit a lv backpack 
back back if u can’t show me no dub stack 

alo my bitch cause her face card worth it 
when i stepped into her life 
is when she finally got purpose 
im worth it 
this type of game u can’t purchase 
i could see why yo ex man got nervous 

look bitch
put me inna zoovie 
u know i came from the jets 
where its spooky 
but now im up wit the pros not the rookies 
so everything nowadays is brand newkie

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

u ain’t ever met a mf like me
always on her mind and she always on her knees
taking all my time and i’m breaking every piece
like lil peep i was prolly thinking bout cheese

not the type to get caught in a rat trap
i keep a luna in my hello kitty back pack
i got a shooter on the rooftop cap that
and i ain’t even 21 no black jack

i got hoes on hoes
no clothes good blow
when we down in the sin city
anything goes
you ain’t ever seen ten bands in your life
when i die i’ll be pecking out your eyes as a crow

nut on her lips shawty speak for the kids
i cannot rest til the president dead
lead to the head when they drop that list
only one king lives when u play like chess

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty

ON CITAS

A Frail Reality

Demons & Angels (prod. love matt & blocktane)

this song was record 2/24/2024

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LYRICS

(We love you Eryxse)

To the moon where I'm going
Boy I'm higher than the star's
I'm getting hits from out of state and
Bitches flying from abroad
Got some dreams of getting rich,
To buy a 20 car garage
I'm a clip 'em wit the stick, then
Put his body in the 'tage
(Yeah)
Kicking down yo door,
I'm coming thru so hide yo ho's
Mr. Take a pussy bitch, said it before
You should've known
Send yo man's to try and rob me,
Do his ass like "Home Alone"
I'm clutching dual wield twin Beretta's and
The finish on them chrome

My favorite trick is disappearing on a ho,
After I hit it
Fit so much inside this wallet,
I got 'em all saying "MAGICIAN."
See yo dm's, I LOVE YOU ALL,
Supporters have always been the realest
See I never fuck with critics,
I just do the shit I'm feeling
How it go? I stay a 100,
While they acting like a opp
Might hit yo block with 30 plus and
Have yo momma begging god
"He a good kid", "He ain do shit"
That's some bullshit
Boy it's beef till the death
Call it Ruth Chris

I'm so ruthless
The AMG is fully black
It look like Toothless
She load me bowls,
And roll me blunts
So she the coolest
I pick the shells up from the scene and 
Leave detectives feeling "clueless"

To the moon where I'm going
Boy I'm higher than the star's
I'm getting hits from out of state and
Bitches flying from abroad
Got some dreams of getting rich,
To buy a 20 car garage
I'm a clip 'em wit the stick, then
Put his body in the 'tage
(Yeah)
Kicking down yo door,
I'm coming thru so hide yo ho's
Mr. Take a pussy bitch, said it before
You should've known
Send yo man's to try and rob me,
Do his ass like "Home Alone"
I'm clutching dual wield twin Beretta's and
The finish on them chrome
(Yeah)

Astrology

Astrology (SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE) (PROD.USER)

A N T I S O C I A L

diamond eyes (mine) [prod. camo]

we are temporary. i am dead to the world but born again through Christ. Seek him and he will seek you. My music will be left as a testimony on how lost i was in the world. You may think its corny, but how is it that a tough guy like me suddenly changed or went "soft" ? Only the truth will reveal itself, but you must seek Jesus.

im not soft, just saved.

Day$okee- 4 REAL (prod Codax)

DAY$OKEE (@daysokee)

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